Like a rapid fire at the noon
The man was real the story is true
Down in the desert listening the tunes
Lullabies from around the moon
Sun dance season dead men don't go
Inner harvest at the pontiac zone
;just a little bit more
And a little bit more
I need someone to move me;
Grew up feeling all was odd and strange
Big motor could brake any day
Mama smith set the cardson a play
Bell shaped tones and the mercury moon
Don in the desert listening the tunes
Lullabies from around the moon
Sundance season dead men don't go
Keep on driving at the pontiac zone
Just a little bit moreand a little bit more
I need someone to move me
Just a little bit more and a little bit more
I need someone to move me
Just a little bit more and a little bit more
Nobody can prove me, just a little bit more and a little bit more
Just a little...
